I tend to be at a loss of energy on Friday nights.
I have always wanted to believe the loss of energy was caused by the fact that for 17 years of my life I tended bar and Fridays were the big day. Friday, the day of the week when all the amateur drinkers went out and pretended they knew what they were doing.
Now understand, I haven’t tended bar since I sold my first novel in May of 1988.
Same day, actually. I wish I could say I was stupid and quit my job when I sold my first novel, but actually I had just been laid off, walked home, and the phone was ringing and I had just sold my first novel. Never looked for another real-world job.
I figured it was a sign, or some such thing. I’m not really a believer in anything, but getting laid off and selling a first novel all within one hour could make almost anyone believe they were destined to be a fiction writer.
Seems that was right. In hindsight.
So I am pretty certain the Friday blahs are not left over from a form of body memory from almost thirty years ago. And I don’t drink or go out and party and I hate to go to movies when theaters are crowded. So nothing about the normal “Let’s go party because the week is over crap.”
More than likely the Friday blahs come from it being the end of a banking week.
For a long time I have focused on money for first my writing career, then Pulphouse Publishing, then my writing career again, and now WMG Publishing. Fridays the banks close for a few days. I can relax.
And I always plan on getting a bunch of writing done on Friday and I tend not to get that much. Today I managed a few thousand more words and watched too much television and looked up a bunch of stuff for the half marathon I plan on running in January.
But the end of the banking week I think causes my drop in energy. That is my theory and I am sticking to it.
Another Friday come and gone.